Cooked crayfish would be jealous of the colour of my skin this morning! I just cannot get used to the fierceness of the Peruvian sun, and behaved rather stupidly. Yesterday, we had rugby practice in the beach "el Faro" (which lacks all evidence of there ever having been a lighthouse) in Chorillos, a district in the South of Lima. The beach is beautiful and stretches out seemingly endlessly towards the South, whereas in the North it's sealed off by some rocky formations much like the "Cathedral" in Paracas. If you look into the distance, the air at the lower part of the beach is misty blue with water drops from the breaking waves. There were no surfers at this beach, though, possibly because of the strong outward currents.
Starting around 10.30 am, we warmed up by running along the beach passing the ball up and down. Of course, running in a slope caused my unfit right leg to overstretch and hurt. Then we did lots of exercises in the sand and water, and rounded off with a game. After that we went swimming, and sat in the sand enjoying the day. Some people stayed and Michael arrived a bit later. I put on sun block, while the Peruvians used and offered me coconut oil. But obviously I did not put enough cream on, and not in all the required places, and now I look like the main meal of a Swedish crayfish party...oh dear. When we went home, the only item of clothing I could bear wearing was a very blue summer dress, so when we walked to Michael's mum, I was the gringa with traffic light complexion in a fluorescent blue dress - wonder why some people stared, hmm?!
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